God Is Dead, Let's Be Goths

Black veil and corset, hip to tail

Platform boots stomping down the aisle

Black roses topping off this style

Oh, so unorthodox

Guests look at me like I'm some kind

Of corpse, but that is just what I

Like about normal people's minds

They are so critical

We hear the church bell

Day is gonna feel swell

'Bout to raise up some Hell

You start feeling my spell

We're now wedded

The day you always dreaded

Now you're all light headed

And our love's embedded.